As I was trolling researching the internet this morning I came across this picture. I fell in love with it. This picture is how I see my imagination. It comes from within, when I read something, when I see something in nature, my imagination has a tendency to take over.
The definition of imagination is according to Wikipedia, also called the faculty of imagining, is the ability of forming new images and sensations when they are not perceived through sight, hearing, or other senses. It is accepted as the innate ability and process of inventing partial or complete personal realms within the mind from elements derived from sense perceptions of the shared world.
With me, my imagination is most times engaged through sight and sound, not the absence of these abilities. It has gotten me into trouble in the past also. When I would hear things at night my imagination would take over and then I would scare the crap out of myself. 😉
Or I would see something on a walk or drive and my imagination would build a whole world out of that one brief glimpse. I could not live without my imagination, how boring would that be? Also according to Wikipedia, Imagination can also be expressed through stories such as fairy tales or fantasies. Now isn’t that the truth! Where would the world be without those that had or have an imagination? Where would our great works of art be, or our books, or any of our inventions? This world would indeed be a sorry place without it. So very boring too!
Personally I cannot see myself without my imagination. I could not write, or paint, or enjoy life without it. How could any of us? Could it be suddenly taken from us? Withdrawn or denied? Is that even possible? I don’t think it is. I thank the powers that be that this is true for me. I believe that my last thoughts on earth will be part imagination and that’s okay with me.
Now I think I will go put that wonderful ability to use, I will take my imagination and discover another world, another land, another dream and see if I can somehow in my humble way invite you in also to see what my imagination has bestowed upon me.
The Last Chapter 
So nice to see this blog… didn’t know…but very good feeling..
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Thank you, yes this is my blog to write, just to let my writing go where ever it pleases. I love my food blog, but with this one it’s more free and more me.
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Jackie – your imagination is a fantastic asset, which I’ve already enjoyed for a couple of months! I always look forward to see what it has given you to write!
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Thank you so much for the kind words! I’m glad you enjoy my trips to other worlds and times. I enjoy writing them. 🙂
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I do! Pls keep writing 🙂 I loved the latest a lot!
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Yes, yes, now this is lovely. Now where is my part three? You are a cruel torturer.
(Ok, but this really is lovely and my imagination does the exact same thing. lol. I can’t count the time’s I’ve been scared or made up a whole story in like five minutes. I should write them down…but why bother? I already finished the story and it entertained meeeeee.)
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your part 3 is still percolating. Patience my child 😉
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patience? You must not know me as well as I thought.
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hahaha! Oh I know, you are like me, you have none. But that’s ok, I plan on writing part 3 today. Neta won’t let go. Her and her wolf keep tugging at me.
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Sometimes you can get so far in it becomes hard to find a way out.
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That is true, and I’m not sure if I am at that point yet, but just maybe
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So that’s your secret. 🙂 I once saw an interview with Stephen King where he told a story about being the only one in the house, (wife and kids were gone) and he woke believing something was under his bed. He was too afraid to stick his hand out of the covers to reach for the light and laid there all night afraid to go back to sleep. I knew then why he was such a good writer. I don’t have an imagination like that. Btw, love the picture!
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Oh I’ve done the same thing, haha! Then in the morning you feel so foolish. My imagination is so much a part of who I am. I love that picture too. Thanks for reading what I write. 🙂
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It takes a lot to scare me now, but when I was younger… I used to stay up late (when channels went off air little after midnight) and watch the scary movies. Then I would turn every light on in the house leading to my bedroom, then back down to start turning them off. As I clicked one off I’d be ready to run to the next room where there was light. I did this all the way to my bedroom, where the last light was on the bed and I could reach out and turn on the lights. Then I slept with the covers up to my nose. Now it doesn’t faze me, guess I scared myself too many times to work any more.
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